He pushed himself off the couch, resolving to put the whole thing behind him. It had been ten seconds. It hadn’t been some life-changing experience, worthy of constant thought. It was barely even worthy of memory. He just needed to set it behind him and focus on other things. Like work.
Edwin’s office had been left in disarray the day before, and stepping into it now didn’t offer him any sort of comfort. He had been too eager to get to the bank in time to purchase his cashier’s check, and he hadn’t taken the time to put his books back in place and make sure all his papers were in order. A clean home is a happy home, as his grandmother would say, and cleaning would at least keep him distracted.
The indoor/outdoor thermometer on his desk told him that it was already over ninety degrees outside, and it was barely lunchtime. It wouldn’t have been much cooler than that in the hills. So why the ever-present chill?